The empire of my senses is a restless thing
and infinitely vast – like an ocean,
which tempts by the unknown horizon of the other hemisphere,
that leads me to action,
to rebound from the edge of my own thoughts.
Quite often I hear them - these thoughts,
when they crawl out of their grey cells,
ringing and smelling fresh.
Attracted by curiosity about the world,
they develop into mature words,
which I arrange by verses in a lyrical whisper,
completing an irresistible loneliness of long journeys.
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